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To Dream of Bees & Flies
Dec. 7th, 2004 01:38 pmI haven't fully decoded this particular mental meandering from this morning. I'm gonna post it on my Pagan tribe & see what theyall think.
I dreamt that I walked into my bathroom & pulled a make-up compact out of my center drawer - it had a clear lid & held what was probably blush. Inside the case were bees & black & white patterned flies. I then noticed that there were more of the same bees & flies on my shower curtain & crawling over sporadic spots in the bathroom, like the mirror & counter tops. It was cold in my bathroom, so they were all moving kind of sluggishly. I backed up towards my door, & heard a deep voice say "If you seek death, this is an appropriate way."
Just a note - Rob says this sounds like something from the Candyman movies, but I didn't watch any of them last night, or read Stephen King's 'Misery' lately. I did read a snatch of mead-related prose from Dale Pendell's Pharmako/Poeia, but it was mostly related to Minoan Priestesses (the Melissae).
On a side note, I'm thinking about posting a really honest resume' on Monster.com or hotjobs.com... something along the lines of "As far as outside interests, I have tattoos, and I'm fat, but I'm neither tattooed enough nor fat enough to fulfill my life-long dream of being a tattooed fat lady in a carnival side-show. I have mad Voodoo skills that I use to eliminate my competition. I am not a people person, and as I am ugly and grumpy, it is best to keep me in back-office positions with little exposure to the public. However, I have no supervisory experience or leadership skills, so I would be perfect for management." Rob's still looking into a move to Washington in 2007 - he keeps watching those apocalyptic Bible-code shows & somehow thinks that WA would be safer than Vegas... mainly because WA doesn't really have bark scorpions to speak of. With any luck, he'll be going wherever it is he's going ALONE!
I dreamt that I walked into my bathroom & pulled a make-up compact out of my center drawer - it had a clear lid & held what was probably blush. Inside the case were bees & black & white patterned flies. I then noticed that there were more of the same bees & flies on my shower curtain & crawling over sporadic spots in the bathroom, like the mirror & counter tops. It was cold in my bathroom, so they were all moving kind of sluggishly. I backed up towards my door, & heard a deep voice say "If you seek death, this is an appropriate way."
Just a note - Rob says this sounds like something from the Candyman movies, but I didn't watch any of them last night, or read Stephen King's 'Misery' lately. I did read a snatch of mead-related prose from Dale Pendell's Pharmako/Poeia, but it was mostly related to Minoan Priestesses (the Melissae).
On a side note, I'm thinking about posting a really honest resume' on Monster.com or hotjobs.com... something along the lines of "As far as outside interests, I have tattoos, and I'm fat, but I'm neither tattooed enough nor fat enough to fulfill my life-long dream of being a tattooed fat lady in a carnival side-show. I have mad Voodoo skills that I use to eliminate my competition. I am not a people person, and as I am ugly and grumpy, it is best to keep me in back-office positions with little exposure to the public. However, I have no supervisory experience or leadership skills, so I would be perfect for management." Rob's still looking into a move to Washington in 2007 - he keeps watching those apocalyptic Bible-code shows & somehow thinks that WA would be safer than Vegas... mainly because WA doesn't really have bark scorpions to speak of. With any luck, he'll be going wherever it is he's going ALONE!
